Today marks the 12th anniversary of my first landing in Canada as a Canadian immigrant. Thinking back to the past 12 years, it's been quite a rollercoaster ride. I've learned a lot, certainly changed a lot, and I'm glad that I've been sent here by my parents.

It's a shame that I tend to remember the embarrassing or bad moments in my life, instead of the good moments.

I see doing puzzles as a form of escape, escaping from the endless cycles of constantly thinking about lots and lots of stuffs. So now I'm starting to wonder if having gotten more puzzle books is a good thing...